Central Iowa 4 Wheelers
3rd Annual Timber Ridge Run
22-23 Sep 2001

I think the first time I heard about
Timber Ridge was the day I met
Jim Davis. This 2500-acre private wheeling park requires a $450
annual membership fee, which effectively limits its use to those
who can attend frequently enough to make the high cost worth while.
Jim was somewhat new to the Jeep experience at the time, and was
in the early stages of founding the
Just Jeeps of Omaha club. Unaware of the free (albeit more distant)
wheeling available down in Kansas, he had signed up at Timber Ridge
for a year. As the club matured and made monthly trips to Kansas,
nobody in JJoO really talked much about Timber Ridge. Of course,
after several years of mostly attending the same place, we grew bored.
When we heard that the Central Iowa
4-Wheelers were holding their 3rd annual Timber Ridge Run, we
decided to attend for a little change of scenery. The $75 registration
fee got you unrestricted access to the park for a weekend (including
free camping), a T-shirt, and a raffle ticket.

To avoid the rowdiness that often occurs in on-site campgrounds at
events like this, we opted to stay at the
Lewis and Clark
State Park four miles west of Onawa (23 miles from Timber Ridge).
The campground was clean, quiet and well-appointed, unlike the parking
lot at Timber Ridge. It also cost $13/night.

We got in late Friday night. Although Timber Ridge opened to us at
7:30pm for possible night runs, we opted to crash at the campground
and get an early start the next day. We awoke the next day to rain.
The Timber Ridge owner won't let you wheel if the trails are too
sloppy, so we all stood around at the park's staging area waiting
to see if it would let up. It eventually did, and we made it onto
the trails by early afternoon.

Timber Ridge has different terrain than we've gotten used to in Kansas.
Most notably, there's not a rock in site. All the trails are steep,
dirt trails through heavily wooded areas. Many parts are so narrow
that full-size pickups simply won't fit between the tree trunks. Some
of the trails are dug out of the ground with significant (2-4') walls
up either side. There are plenty of off-camber sections that make
avoiding the trees that much more difficult. With a little bit of
rain like we had that weekend, mud tires come in very handy. With
all the crevices to straddle and opportunities to cross up your axles,
a rear locker, or at least an LSD, would also come in handy.

I counted about 60 people at the Saturday night raffle, and each
vehicle averaged about 2 people each. Here are the people that went
up in our group, all of whom
probably appear in at least one photo:

Tim Lange, his wife and
two kids in a blue Cherokee with a mild lift and 31" AT's,
locked front and rear

Jim and Michelle Davis
with Jade and Rachel in a red '95 YJ with 5" of lift and
33x12.50 Swamper SSR's, locked rear

John and Robin Frost in a brown '87 YJ with 5.5" SOA lift, 33" Swamper
Thornbirds, locked front and rear

Troy Gubser with his dad Bob
and friend Jason (who usually road with Obi-Wan) in a grey (and
eventually blue) '78 F-250 with the stock Hi-Boy suspension,
33x10" tires, and open diffs

Scott and Kashmir Willenborg in their black TJ with
3.5" (or so) lift, 33x10.50 BFG AT's and open diffs

There were no organized runs, so Tim Lange and Jim Davis, both of
whom had been to Timber Ridge semi-recently, led us around most of
the time. The time we did get lost, we just headed north and eventually
ended up at the staging area.

Early on Saturday, we ran into a group of CJ's that were climbing some
steep runs up a short hill. One got a little off-camber in a rut and
ended up laying on his side against the trail wall with one tire high
in the air.

We eventually found our way to The Steps, three tracks that run up/down
a 100' climb in a series four steep/level step sections. They look
intimidating at first, but are actually quite fun and pose no real
danger of rolling as long as the ground is somewhat dry. Jim's girls
(Jade and Rachel) found The Steps more entertaining than a roller coaster.
The steep sections are steep enough that when dropping down over the
edge, my rear wheels briefly went airborne. The Steps were probably
Troy's favorite place to play, and his Ford's long wheelbase and good
tires really shone here. He even backed uphill with no troubles.

While we were playing on the steps, Tim Lange discovered a leak in
his power steering hose, and half our group decided to head back to
town in search of a replacement. Troy and I stayed behind to explore
a side trail we'd seen (dubbed "Whee Hill" by Troy), and agreed to
meet the others back at the staging area that evening for the raffle.
After winding through some very narrow trails, Troy tried to climb
a steep V-shaped wedge and managed to blow a bead on a root. We got
that re-seated with my York air
compressor and Troy eventually made it up the hill will plenty
of horsepower and hole-digging. Those holes proved to be my undoing
when I tried to follow him. I was unable to keep both tires up out
of the trough, and whenever one tire would slip down, it would eventually
hit one of Troy's holes and prevent forward progress. My attempts to
climb out of there got my front right tire climbing to the top of the
trail's wall while my back right tire fell into the trench. On a steep
hill like that, my front left tire reached for the sky and nearly
flipped me backward. Troy tried to strap me to the top of the hill,
but our combined tow straps were 10 feet too short. As the ultimate
irony, Troy won a 20' tow strap at the raffle two hours later.

Since our registration fee allowed unrestricted access to the park
all weekend, we headed out for brief night run after the raffle.
Those of you on this run may not have realized it, but this was Jim
Davis' first night run ever! :-) Running The Steps at night added
an extra level of excitement, since it was difficult to see where
you were going until after you'd completely dropped off the edge
of each step.

We wandered around more of the same trails on Sunday. One nasty
little winding, downhill trench known as the Devil's Rectum provided
some entertainment. The short wheelbase Jeeps in our group navigated
the trench with nothing more than some impressive axle articulation,
but the long wheelbase on Troy's F-250 gave him some trouble, but
using John Frost as ballast helped some. The turns were tight enough
that he couldn't make it through without crinkling the side of his
box against a tree. We all learned that day that Troy's truck used
to be blue at one point. :-)

The wind chill was pretty cold that day (for September), so a
warm lunch really hit the spot. This was my first attempt at
manifold burritos. We
really didn't do much driving that morning, so the burritos were
only luke warm by noon. For future reference, the valve cover gets
much warmer than the fuel rail. Wiring them down on top of the
manifold itself would have required a contortionist.

A little later, we decided to check out a fun little trench which Troy and
I had descended the night before. Going down, the trail afforded some
nice suspension flex, but no real difficulty. Going up was another
story. This trail was very similar to the one that had given me fits
the previous evening. The ideal route made you straddle a V-shaped
trench while making a tight left turn around a tree, then walking up
the trench for another 30' or so. Some sort of rear traction control
device would have made the trail much easier. As had become
commonplace that day, the spotters disappeared when my turn came, so I
tried it alone. Just a few seconds after I started up the hill, my
back right tire slipped into the trench. Having both left tires still
high on the trench wall was more than my center of gravity could
handle, and I fell sideways and somewhat backwards. I stood there
pointing skyward for 10 minutes while the rest of our group inspected
my undercarriage (now conveniently
displayed), laughed at the wiper
fluid spewing out the squirters on my hood, and eventually watched
Tim Lange strap me back down
on all fours (with Jim Davis spotting) so I could continue up the
hill. I now know first hand that 45
degrees is more off-camber than I can handle. The ground was soft
clay, so I didn't take any body damage from the incident.
The Jim Davis clan were the only ones behind me. Jim was a bit nervous
about rolling himself, and came close to doing so, but Tim's spotting got
him through with nothing but some good
photo posing.